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Chapter 342

"No."

She wouldn't admit it even to death.

He lowered his head, not knowing where to look, and his face became even redder.

"Why are you so shy even after getting married?"

Before getting married, my little one would blush so much whenever he touched me. Why hasn't he gotten rid of this problem of blushing after getting married?

Qin An'an: We can no longer continue chatting with this man. If we continue chatting, I'm afraid this will not be a bus to the kindergarten.

"Gu Xingzhi, do you want to go to bed? What time is it already?"

Her technique of changing the topic was too stiff, and her face was full of dark colors and embarrassment.

"Eight o'clock."

The man pointed to the clock on the table with some evil humor.

It shows 8:00, and the minute hand is right.

Qin Anan:......

This time point is a bit subtle. It's not too late even if it's late, and it's not too early if it's early. But if you want to go to bed at eight o'clock, it's probably too early.

As long as I'm not a fool, I can see how embarrassing this little thing is.

"Anyway, if you don't want to rest, I'll rest first."

Qin An'an is so stubborn.

Anyway, as long as her face is thick enough, she will pretend to be dead no matter what others say.

She slipped into the quilt like a loach.

Cover the quilt from head to toe.

Like an ostrich that knows it has done something wrong, it keeps burying its head in the sand, naively thinking that as long as it can't see it, it will disappear.

"come out."

The man looked at this childish action and felt dumbfounded.

"I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me."

The sound inside the quilt was muffled, and it sounded like a child having a temper.

He also said that he is not a three-year-old child, indeed he is not a three-year-old child, he should be a five-year-old child.

"I'll count to three and lift the quilt."

The man's voice sounded a little unhappy.

After Qin Anan struggled for a moment, he took the initiative to stick his head out.

"what."

His tone was a bit unpleasant, and he yawned loudly.

"I'm really sleepy. If you want to say something to me, can't you wait until tomorrow?"

This is what it's like to be with this man, he always doesn't consider his own feelings.

He can do whatever he wants.

"Put your head over here."

Fortunately, the man didn't care about her.

Qin Anan didn't understand what the man was thinking, but she still stretched her head out obediently, her hair hanging wetly in front of him.

The man opened the drawer and took out something.

Soon, the hair dryer blew hot air.

The man helped her blow dry her hair carefully.

"If you don't blow dry your hair, will you get a headache?"

After the little thing washed his hair, he wiped it with a dry towel and then got into bed and went to sleep.

This is the only thing that will cause headaches in the future.

"oh."

The gentle wind blowing on people's heads is particularly comfortable.

The comfortable Qin Anan didn't want to have any quarrel with this person, and was extremely docile and well-behaved.

Because it was too comfortable, and my mental state was tense all day long, I simply closed my eyes.

Originally I just wanted to enjoy it comfortably, but accidentally I fell asleep after closing my eyes.

After drying his hair, the man turned off the hair dryer and looked at the little thing sleeping soundly and lovingly, completely different from the way he always talked back during the day.

Forget it, forget it, who said this little thing was chosen by himself?

Even if you feel uncomfortable, you have to endure it.
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